Howling Blues

July 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

Humid air stalks me through the streets –

My tears escaped from my wide, helpless eyes.

The chain around my silk flesh

Slipped into his coat pocket,

With my sanguine heart

At the end of the escaping chain.

Like a culprit fleeing his crime scene,

His silhouette grew into the mist.


Now my cigarette talks his dulcet words

And my wine kisses me goodnight.

Ephemeral promises and irreparable infatuation

Wastes away my prudence –

Just another broad howling to the blues.

“Do not leave” I begged, “for you have my sanguine heart –

and without it, I’m desolate.”

But his feet ran faster than my pleads.


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